Memories of Another: Crossing the Silent Precipice of Night

By: Benjamin O'Connor-Rose

Frequently, the writers who wrote adventure hooks for tabletop RPGs like Dungeons and Dragons took inspiration from current events to inspire their works and make the situations that they put their players in more relatable. 

In our next memory of Another, the precipice of night, I too wanted to draw inspiration from current happenings at Wright College to draw you in. Inspired by the recent changes to school staff, our country’s political administrations, the transition between the harsh desert of finals into the cool lake of spring break, and even the changing of the seasons, many of us find ourselves in a time of great uncertainty over what the future holds.

The Precipice of Night seeks to encourage you to explore the uncertainty that these changing times bring to us and ponder what awaits us in the unknown.

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You find yourself worn and tired, your legs tremble beneath you as you struggle to find your footing in the shining pearl-white sand beneath you. 

The beaming sun hangs heavy above you in an endless cloudless sky. You can't quite remember how long you've been walking. Days? Weeks? Months? 

At this point, it all blends vaguely together. But soon your journey comes to an end, ahead of you, the vast opalescent sands of the marble desert you have been walking through give way to the shoreline of an equally endless sea of the blackest Midnight. 

As the sun begins to set behind you, the shimmering sand begins to shift to a glimmering golden hue. Up ahead of you, the crescent moon rises above the darkened waves. As you reach the edge of the vast contrast, you find yourself at the pinnacle of twilight. The moon and sun are at equal points above the horizon. 

What awaits you in the vast blackness of the awaiting unknown, is this ocean a long-awaited reprieve for you to rest beside before continuing on your way? Or merely the next leg of your endless journey? 

What is next for you, once you cross this, the precipice of night, what does the unknowable deep of the infinite future truly hold for you?

Illustration by Tito